But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWeakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don’t know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.
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True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don’t know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.
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One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
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Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.
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To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?
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The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences.
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And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.
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What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
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